The Divine Hunter

The interior space of this house, which was renovated from the top floor of the tower, is much larger than Roy imagined.

Combined lounge and living room.

Tables, chairs, and daily necessities are readily available. The walls around the walls are hung with furs of wolverines and snow leopards. On the wall above the fireplace, there is also a head specimen of a bat-winged brain demon.

There seemed to be a closed wooden basement door under the innermost corner of the room.

Roy realized that there was a universe in this inconspicuous room, and it might be connected to the castle space below the snow.

The eyes continued to wander.

Opposite the fox fur sofa, there is a suitcase beside the wooden bed.

The wooden shelves on the wall behind the bed were full of books, old tomes and parchments.

Well maintained though.

Roy glanced at it, and most of the words on the spine were related to magic and philosophy - "Daily Reflections and Meditations," "Cinthesis College," "Reflections on the Inescapable Death," "Life of a Prophet."

There are versions in both Archaic and Northern Common.

Among them was a copy of "Magic and Mystery," which he had seen in Coral's room, and which the Arethusa Academy used as a basic magic textbook.

Ordinary witchers can't use it, and can't learn it.

Of course, the perverted legal source of old Kelda is an exception.

"Roy, Kyle Siren has not had a visitor for many years, especially a young boy like you... Well, you look younger than Igsena." Kelda, who was sitting at the desk by the bed, took the A copy of "Transmission of Chaos Energy" on the lower shelf was opened.

"Fifteen or sixteen years old to be exact..." Roy's face was calm, "It's only been over a year since I passed the first green grass trial."

The old man turned his head and glanced at him with a surprised expression, "Has the Viper School improved the mutation formula? The magic aura on you is even more dazzling than that of my incompetent disciple. I almost thought you were the direct disciple of Grandmaster Elan."

"Korn, stinky boy, don't just go and make love, go and bring the broth from across the fireplace. The guests should be hungry, too?"

"Okay, teacher!" Keen replied mechanically and quickly left the room.

Leaving Ignatius alone to knead the hem of the padded coat,

He lowered his face, avoiding the eyes of the old man, and seemed restless.

She also took a book from the shelf and pretended to read it.

But the amazing speed of turning the book, obviously she didn't read a word, or didn't know it.

Roy smiled, took out the black cat from the placket, put it on his knees, and scratched its belly.

"Without the assistance of mages, the formula of the Viper School has not been improved, and it has not changed for decades. You think I am different, probably because I have a little magical talent."

"It's not a tiny bit."

"It's insignificant compared to you." Roy crumpled Golphin into a ball of black fur, and threw it back and forth between his left and right hands, asking in a rebellious manner. "By the way, you and Master Vesemir are characters born in the same era, right?"

"Well," Kelda said with a smile on her face, "they are all two or three hundred years old... They are not as energetic and energetic as your young people."

"Boy, what's that look? Did the old guy scare you?"

"No, I just feel honored to see such a great master like you with my own eyes."

Roy regained his composure and took a deep breath, "You should be a source of magic, why did you want to be a witcher instead of a more decent warlock?"

Kelda was silent for a moment, the candlestick on the desk reflected his dazed face, the middle finger of his right hand slid across the upper edge of the page, swiped from the outside to the inside and lifted it upwards, lifted a page and then moved for a while.

"Because of different ideas. I agree more with the way of the Griffin School of doing things, so I stayed and became a witcher, dealing with knowledge every day, and playing dumb students, and living my favorite life."

"Whether you believe it or not, I haven't used a sword or a sword for decades, or cast a seal."

Kelda gently pinched the page with the pulp of her middle finger and the tip of her thumb, and turned it over.

"Why did you join the Viper School, child?" Kelda said with a hint of doubt, and her amber pupils looked up and down, "It changed more than a year ago, fourteen years old? That age is serious for the grass trial. Exceeded."

"As far as I know, no school will admit apprentices over eleven years old. Your heterochromatic iris speaks volumes about the difficulty of your mutation."

"Are you an accidental child?"

"This is the guidance of fate..." Roy said ambiguous, "Look, I not only passed the green grass trial without any sequelae, but also gained some special abilities."

"In this day and age, new apprentices can still be cultivated, and the Snake Sect is so lucky to be envious!" Kelda turned another page, "I take the liberty to ask, how many members are there in your sect?"

"It's pitifully small. Including me, there are a total of four... The three of them are all over seventy years old."

"Come on, come on, let's eat something warm and warm!" Cohen walked in from the door with a big steaming iron pot, put it on the dining table, scooped it lightly with a spoon, five plates of eggs A yellow viscous broth appeared before my eyes.

He carried a bowl by himself, and even Golphin didn't drop it.

"Meow...meow..." The great griffin admired Coen's equal-minded attitude and waved his paws at him.

And Ignatius took the plate, lowered her head in relief, and ate quietly and quickly.

She no longer has to think awkwardly about the tome she doesn't know a word of.

"The teacher has long said that this is the general trend, the law of nature... No matter which school, the number of witchers is rapidly declining," Cohen said sadly, "Leaving us with fewer and fewer commissions. ."

"The witcher will eventually completely withdraw from the stage of history."

The woman squeezed his hand comfortingly.

"That's not necessarily true." Roy took a carrot and stuffed it into his mouth, but because it was too hot, he stuck out his tongue and kept making weird exhaling noises, "Snake pie knows a lot of child companions, um... The pen is like the wolf pie's Wei Wei. Four including Master Themir."

The two Griffins pricked up their ears.

"The three brothers of the cat faction, a new member of the flying lion school." Roy raised the corner of his mouth, increased his tone, and said frankly, "We have a total of twelve witchers, living together in Nuocheng."

The room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

All that was left was the sound of Golfing waving her petite meat claws and wrestling with the round potatoes on the plate.

"Twelve witchers, living in No City?" Kelda suddenly closed the book in front of her, turned the chair under her buttocks, facing Roy, a row of vertical lines appeared between her eyebrows, and her expression was serious Heart-pounding, "Not twelve mercenaries, or farmers, ordinary citizens?"

"If you two don't believe me," Roy smiled heartily, "you can visit Novigrad at any time, and I promise to give you VIP-level treatment!"

"Or give me an Axifa seal to find out if it's true or false?"

He's immune to mind control anyway.

Cohen and the teacher exchanged glances and asked,

"You mentioned the Witcher Brotherhood before?"

"Yes, we co-founded this group," Roy said, "plus a sorceress to be exact..."

"Even members from one school can't gather in one place for a long time." Kelda shook his head, staring deeply into his strange-colored pupils, "If the three of Geralt are allowed to accompany Visser all day long. That old man in Mir is guarding Kyle Morhan, and they're sure to go mad."

"Not to mention being indoctrinated with different ideas and training since childhood, with different temperaments and personalities, and witchers from different schools."

With a confident smile on his face, Roy drank the broth calmly and calmly.

"Put these contradictions aside for the time being." Kelda's index finger tapped the desk. "What is the purpose of gathering such a large number of witchers? What is the reason?"

Roy put down his fork.

"One witcher is enough to deal with a small team of elite soldiers, and twelve are equivalent to serious security risks." Kelda continued, "The manager of Novigrad will never let it go."

"Not to mention that there is a spell caster intervening."

Ignatius crossed her hands nervously in front of her belly.

And Cohen held his chin with his hands crossed, and every pockmark under his short black beard looked serious.

"The purpose of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters is very simple. As the previous two people said, the number of monsters has decreased dramatically, and the entrustment of the witchers to support themselves is becoming less and less. No matter which school, in the past two decades, there has been no With the birth of a new apprentice, it seems that the witcher is about to completely withdraw from the stage of history." Roy smiled happily and said aloud,

"And the purpose of the Brotherhood is to reverse this decline! Let the witcher group develop and grow, and no longer suffer unwarranted scolding and abuse from the people, and bear unwarranted charges."

"Our twelve brothers, with the aim of equality, mutual assistance, unity and development, get together and strive for this goal!"

"As for the Novigrad senior management that Master Kelda is worried about, we have reached a cooperative relationship with us, and there is no reason to embarrass the witcher."

"Are you involved in the political game?" Kelda's gentle temperament changed dramatically, fire flashed from his amber pupils, and his body tensed instantly.

Roy's face was calm, and he looked at him with clear eyes, "Do you think helping a city deal with some security issues and arresting traffickers is political participation?"

Kelda then shook her head and smiled and relaxed again.

"The Witcher Brotherhood has established itself in Nuocheng, training apprentices and improving formulas in an orderly manner. Let the children safely pass the trial of green grass without being hurt by those headache side effects."

Roy's tone paused, his eyes slowly swept over the two of the same kind,

"I don't want to talk to the two of you. The Witcher Brotherhood has made a huge breakthrough. Not long ago, a nine-year-old boy, after drinking the decoction of the Flying Lion, passed the time unharmed. The green grass trial."

"Became the twelfth official witcher of the Brotherhood."

Kelda's cheek muscles twitched, and she moved into a more comfortable position, with her arms around her chest.

And Cohen's spirit was shocked, his back was straight.

Only Igsena looked blank, she didn't quite understand what the witcher was talking about.

"But the Brotherhood wants to continue to develop, and there are still far from enough manpower..." Roy continued, "So I came here, one is to visit Kyle Siren, to pay homage to the monuments, and to a master witcher, academy The Guardians pay their respects."

"Second, invite the two of you to meet in Nuocheng, visit the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, and exchange experiences by the way. Inside the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, potion recipes, herbal decoction recipes, French seals, and equipment blueprints All open." Roy said seductively,

"We've got a set of blueprints for the lion's gear in Velen in Temeria."

Cohen's expression changed slightly.

"If the last two are willing to join the Brotherhood and unite, it will be perfect, if not - Master Kelda," Roy said sincerely, "You are a scholar who knows more than Master Vesemir, and has The secret art of the Griffin."

"Can you contribute to the collective of witchers?"

"Master Vesemir is also a member of the Brotherhood."

Old Kelda's face didn't change much, still frowning deeply, but gripping the handle of the swivel chair tightly.

Cohen took a deep breath and glanced at his teacher.

"Nuo City is more prosperous than Lang Essett, with more permanent residents. You are conducting green grass trials there, are you not afraid of being discovered?"

"Besides, where did the apprentices of the Brotherhood come from, relying solely on the Law of Accidents?"

...

"The Witcher Brotherhood held the grass trial, but it did not torture those children, but treated them as family, and never violated the laws of Nuocheng... Naturally, no one found out."

"As for the source of the child," Roy smiled, "Good question! This is the key point. The Witcher Brotherhood established an orphanage in Nuocheng..."

"Adoption of these orphans who are displaced and tortured by wandering. Our purpose will never go against the chivalry of the Griffin - we rescue orphans, and select children who have talent and perseverance and have the will to participate. The witcher trial."

"Currently, there are twenty students in the orphanage, and one-fourth of them are witcher apprentices."

"One of them has successfully passed the test."

"The number of orphans will at least double next year!"

Roy's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and his tone was full of pride. Goerfin also sat up straight at his feet, his little head looked left and right, and his eyes showed off.

"The two of you may not believe it... The main task of the members of the Brotherhood is no longer to walk around, collect money to hunt monsters... but to be teachers, train students, teach them to read and write, or to farm, hunt, and forge. , medical knowledge, alchemy skills."

"All children enjoy fair treatment in the orphanage, learn together, share food, and play happily, like a lively family!"

"Even if they don't become apprentices of witchers, in the future, they can rely on the skills they learned in the orphanage to support themselves and become useful talents for this society!"

Cohen imagined that kind of scene in his mind, and took a deep breath. He came to the five houses where Kaer Siren started, and it was so quiet that there were only himself and his teacher.

He had never seen such a lively Demon Hunter Academy before, and there was a faint expectation in his heart.

But soon the teacher's perennial teaching about the laws of nature made him feel restless.

And Ignatius was inexplicably envious.

If she lived in such an orphanage as a child, she might be happier than following her unreliable father.

Then maybe she has opened a shop in the city.

Kelda, still unmoved, opens his second book, "The Keys to the Protracted War."

...

"Roy... You should know how bad the reputation of witchers is. How do people describe us? Mutants who drink blood, smugglers who steal children, monsters who eat people..." Cohen took a deep breath and expressed uneasiness. Doubt, "How could it be possible for a child to volunteer to participate in the trial?"

"You haven't suffered from wandering, have you?" Roy shook his head. "Being a witcher's apprentice is much happier than being a wanderer. Besides, the witcher's reputation in Nuocheng is better than other places."

"The Brotherhood has been working to reverse the public's negative perception of witchers, and it has already paid off."

This is also thanks to the dance hall and the massive arrest of human traffickers in conjunction with Eternal Fire.

"But where does your money come from?" Ignatius interrupted suddenly, "Master Roy, I don't understand other places, but in a bustling metropolis, to build an orphanage, you have to provide children with a series of A good education. It costs a fortune."

"Your research into improved formulas is another huge expense," Cohen continued.

"The Brotherhood runs a small business in Noah City...a pharmacy and a dance hall," Roy said. "There's no rule that witchers are not allowed to do business, right?"

"Next year, the pharmacy will continue to expand."

"The money earned is enough to support our actions," Roy concluded.

"This era is constantly changing, and the Brotherhood must follow the trend and keep pace with the times in order to develop to where it is today!"

...

Start the orphanage's charitable cause, teach students, work with official organizations to arrest traffickers, and run shops.

Except for the second one, which one is related to the witcher?

Cohen rubbed his cheeks, his lips moved, but he hesitated.

And Igsena, her eyes shining, completely forgot about the majestic Kelda.

Quietly took his lover's arm.

"Roy, young, sharp teeth and sharp mouth, no wonder Vesemir asked you to come alone." Kelda shook his head and sighed, "The Brotherhood created so many witchers, and why? Don't tell me. I'm just developing the witcher group."

His tone became unpredictable, as if he was telling the hidden truth, "Three hundred years ago, there were countless monsters wreaking havoc in the world, and life was ruined. Only then did the mage study mutations and create the first group of witchers."

"When the world needs it, witchers come into being, develop and grow, take saving the common people as their mission, and eliminate monsters... But now, there are fewer and fewer monsters, people no longer need witchers, and there are no large numbers of witchers. Necessary ... to continue to grow and expand, but it will disrupt the laws of the entire world."

"Master Kelda... do you think so? Witchers exist for others?! Are vassals of humans?"

Roy stood up with a puzzled look, his eyes swept across Kelda's amber eyes.

He was indifferent.

Sweep Cohen.

He sat up miraculously, listening intently.

"I don't think so!" Roy shook his head, his voice was sonorous and powerful, "Witchers are an independent group, just like human reproduction, it is also an instinct for witchers to create their own kind."

"Affect the country's politics? Or become a gangster? A mercenary in the army? Neither!"

"We just want to have a united group of like-minded people, free from discrimination!"

"A witcher is a witcher!" he hissed. "The eyes are like animals, with far superior skills, senses, immunity, and longevity, but infertility."

"Like you, Master Kelda, if there is no need for witchers to exist, then why did you introduce Cohen into the way of witchers."

"So I only accepted one apprentice..." Kelda leisurely flipped through the book, "One is enough to pass on my mantle and protect Kyle Siren."

Roy was stunned for a moment, and for the first time a feeling of powerlessness when his fist hit cotton rose in his heart.

For the first time, he realized that there are such incompetent seniors.

It seems that he is not a witcher, but a spectator of history.

"Come on, boy, don't talk too much about me, even if you talk about calluses on my ears, I won't go to Novigrad with you." Kelda said, "For Vesemir's sake. , you can stay a few days in Kel Siren..."

"I'll let Cohen communicate with you about seals, swordsmanship, monsters, and alchemy."

"But don't feed us the idea of ​​the so-called Brotherhood of Witchers. It won't work with the Griffins."

Golphin slumped down at his master's feet.

Roy turned around hesitantly and glanced at Cohen, whose face was slightly red and stunned, thoughtful.

If the old is not good, then I will come to the young!